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JOHN  HENRY  NASH  LIBRARY 

SAN  FRANCISCO 

PRESENTED  TO  THE 

UNIVERSITY  OF  CALIFORNIA 

ROBERT  GORDON  SPRQUL,  PRESIDENT. 


MR.ANDMRS.MILTON  S.RAY 
CECILY,  VIRGINIA  AND  RQSALYN  RAY 


RAY  OIL  BURNER  COMPANY 


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Copyright,  1903-1906 

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PAUL  ELDER  AND  COMPANY 


The  Tomoye  Press 


Trusting  that  every  girl,  who  keeps 
this  book,  realizing  how  much  her 
own  college  has  been  to  her,  may 
be  as  loyal  and  as  devoted  to  it  as  I 
am  to  mine,  and  that  each  in  her 
innermost  heart,  where  the  image 
of  that  college  ever  dwells,  may  be 
certain — as  I  am — that  her  own  is 
the  best,  I  gratefully  and  affection- 
ately dedicate  this  book  to  my  col- 
lege home,  the  place  where  so  many 
happy  and  profitable  days  of  my  stu- 
dent life  were  spent,  Smith  College 


Name  of  College 


Location 


Size 


President 


My  Class 


Prepared  at 


College  Color 


College  Yell 


Class  Color 


Statistics 

WHamn'i  Colleges 


Statistics; 

Co=€bucational  Colleges! 


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My  Favorite  Teacher 


First  Year 


Second  Year 


Third  Year 


Fourth  Year 


Course 

Leading  to  Degree  of 

My  Favorite  Study 

One  Most  Disliked 

Hardest 

Greatest  Snap 

Notes 


College 


Description 


Description 


Co=eti 


The  ideal  co-ed  is  a  thing  of  books, 

A  creature  of  brain  entirely; 
With  stooping  shoulders  and  studious  looks, 

She  digs  all  day  and  half  the  night  ; 

People  say  she  is  wondrous  bright, 

But  her  figure's  an  awful  sight! 
Her  thoughts  are  deep  in  the  classic  past, 
She  only  thinks  of  A.  B.  at  last; 

She  has  fled  this  world  and  its  masculine  charms, 

And  a  refuge  found  in  Minerva's  arms. 

Now  the  kind  of  co-ed  that  I  describe 

Is  a  co-ed  seen  very  rarely; 
The  real  co-ed's  a  thing  of  grace, 
With  dainty  figure  and  winsome  face; 

She  walks  and  rides,  and  she  cuts,  mon  Dieu! 

But  every  professor  lets  her  through; 
For  her  each  year  is  a  round  of  joy, 
A.  B.  means  nothing  if  not  "A  Boy," 

And  you  and  I  must  yield  to  her  charms, 

And  take  the  place  of  Minerva's  arms. 

STANFORD  QUAD, 


Notes 


My  Favorite  Walk 


The  Flowers 


College 


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Classmates 


Most  Popular  Girl  in  My  Class 

Prettiest 

Most  Talented 

Most  Hopeless 

Best  Dresser 

Best  Dancer 

Most  Athletic 

My  Roommate 

My  Chum 

My  Upper  Class  Love 


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Fair  Smith,  our  praise  to  thee  we  render, 

O  dearest  college  halls, 
Bright  hours  that  live  in  memory  tender 

Are  winged  within  thy  walls. 
O'er  thy  walks  the  elms  are  bowing, 

Alma  Mater, 

Winds  'mid  branches  softly  blowing, 
Ivy  round  thy  towers  growing, 

Alma  Mater. 

Though  time  may  prove  the  pleasure  fleeting, 

No  hour  is  sped  in  vain. 
True  hearts  behold  the  future  meeting; 

Our  friendship  cannot  wane. 
Of  thy  care  forgetful  never, 

Alma  Mater, 

Bound  by  ties  that  naught  can  sever, 
Still  to  thee  returning  ever, 

Alma  Mater. 

And  while  the  hills  with  purple  shadows 

Eternal  vigil  keep, 
Above  the  happy  river  meadows 

In  golden  haze  asleep, 
May  thy  children  thee  addressing, 

Alma  Mater, 

Still  with  grateful  praise  unceasing, 
Speak  in  loyal  hearts  thy  blessing, 

Alma  Mater. 

REGINA  K.  CRANDALL,  '90. 


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College  Colors 


Barnard—  Light  Blue  and  White. 

Eryn  Mawr— Yellow  and  White. 

Chicago  University— Pink. 

Colby — Gray. 

Cornell—  White  and  Red. 

Dickinson— White  and  Rose  Red. 

Elmira— Purple  and  Gold. 

Stanford—  Red. 

Michigan — Blue  and  Maize. 

Mt.  Ho/yoke—  Light  Blue. 

Radc/ife-Red  and  White. 

Ran  Jo  lp  h-M aeon — Orange  and  Black. 

Smith— White. 

Swarthmore — Garnet  and  Pearl. 

Tufts— Blue  and  Brown. 

University  of  California— Blue  and  Gold. 

Vassar—  Rose  and  Gray. 

Washington  University  (St.  Louis) — Orange, 

White  and  Blue. 
Wellesley— Blue. 
Wesleyan — Lavender. 

Our  College  Colors 
Class  Colors 


College 


VASSAR — Purity  and  Wisdom. 
SMITH— ENTH  APETHI  THN  TN«SIN. 
UNIVERSITY  OF  WISCONSIN— Numen  lumen. 
NORTHWESTERN  UNIVERSITY—  Qucequmque  sunt  vera. 
UNIVERSITY  OF  CALIFORNIA— In  unum  versi. 
UNIVERSITY  OF  MICHIGAN— Artes  Scientia  Veritas. 


CoEege  Jflotoerg 

State  Universities  usually  adopt  the  State  Flower. 

California— California  Poppy. 

Colorado — White  and  Purple  Columbine, 

Idaho— Syringa. 

Iowa — Wild  Rose. 

Kansas — Sunflower. 

Michigan — Apple  Blossom. 

Minnesota — Moccasin. 

Mississippi — Magnolia. 

Montana — Bitter  Root. 

North  Dakota — Goldenrod. 

Oklahoma — Mistletoe. 

Texas — Blue  Bonnet. 

Utah — Sego  Lily. 

Vermont—  Red  Clover. 

Washington  —Rhododendron. 


Our  College  Flowers 


Class  Flowers 


College  Cfjeers 

Albany  (Ore.)— "Rata-ter  thrat,  ter  thrat,  ter  trat, 
terra-ter-lix,   ter-lix,   ter-lix,  Kicka-ba-ba,    Kicka-ba-ba, 
Albany!  Albany!     Rah!     Rah!     Rah!" 

Alma — "One,  two,  three,  Hip,  hi,  hoo,  ray,  Alma,  Rah! 
Rah!  Rah!  Yah!  Yah!" 

Atlanta  University— " Rah!  Rah!  Rah!  Ah!  See!  Atlanta 
University!" 

Bates—  "B-A-T-E-S!  Rah!  Rah!  Rah!  Boom-a-laka,  Boom- 
a-laka,  Boom!  Bates!  Boom!"  (Repeat.) 

Brown  University— "Rah!  Rah!— Rah!  Rah!— Rah!  Rah!- 
Brown!  Brown!  Brown!— Ki  Yi!  Ki  Yi!  Ki  Yi!- 
Hicki!  Hicki!  Hoorah!"  (Repeat  three  times.) 

Cornell  University— "Cornell!  I  yell,  yell,  yell!  Cornell!" 
Dickinson — "Hip-rah-bus-bis-Dickinsonien-Sis-Tiger ! ' ' 

Illinois— "Rah  hoo  rah!  Boom-a-laka,  kick-a-rick-a-roi ! 
Old  Illinoise !  Boom-zip-boom,  Tiger-zah ! ' ' 

Indiana  University— "Indiana  Rah!  Indiana  Rah!  Rah!  Glo- 
riana  Indiana  Rah!" 

Leland  Stanford  Junior  University— "Rah!  Rah!  Rah!  (twice) 
Rah!  Rah!  Stanford!" 


Mt.  Ho/yoke  —  "H-o-l-y-o-k-e,  Hoi-yoke,  Hoi-yoke  are  we!" 
(The  cheer  is  sung  by  the  girls.  ) 

Randolph-Macon—"Rah\  Rah!  Rah!—  Ree!  Ree!  Ree!—  Vive 
le  R-M-W-C!  Who  are  we?  (repeat)  Girls  of  the  R-M- 
W-C!" 

Swarthmore—  "Rah!  Rah!—  Rah!  Rah!  Rah!—  Rah!  Rah!- 
Rah!  Rah!  Rah!—  Swarthmore." 

University  of  Alabama—  "Rah!  Rah!  Sis  boom  ah!  Rah!  Rah! 
Alabama!" 

University  of  'California—  -"Ha!  Ha!  Ha!  Cal-i-for-ni-a!  U.  C. 
Berkeley!  Zip!  Boom!  Ah!" 

University  of  Missouri—  "Rah!  Rah!  Rah!  Missouree!  M.  S,  U. 
Universitee!  Hoorah!  Hirah!  Siree!" 


University  of  North  Ctfr0//#tf—  "Yackty  yack!  Hooray  hooray! 
Hooray  hooray!  Carolina  Varsity!  Boom  rah!  Boom  rah! 
Car-o-li-na!" 

University  of  Southern  California  —  "Rackety!  Hackety!  Wah! 
Who!  Wah!  (repeat)  Zip!  Boom!  Bah!  (repeat)  U!  S!  C! 
Rah!  Rah!  Rah!" 

Whitman  —  "Berke-ke-kex  !  Koax!  Koax!  (repeat)  Ho-up! 
Ho-up  !  Parabaloo  !  Whitman  !  '  ' 

Wilson  —  "Conococheague,  chi  ha  ha  ha,  Wilson!  Wilson! 
Rah!  Rah!  Rah!  W-I-L-S-O-N,  Sis!  Boom!  Ah!" 


tfce  Greater  Untoersitp 

I  hear  the  break  of  a  sea  of  seas 

And  the  thud  of  a  league-long  crest; 

I  hear  the  shock  of  the  King  of  Seas 
On  the  wall  of  the  mighty  West. 

I  see  the  plumes  of  forest  kings 
From  Sierra's  snow  to  plain; 

God's  amphitheatre  tier  on  tier, 
Where  Pine  and  Redwood  reign. 

What  sapphire  sky  and  purple  mist, 

No  Italy  so  blest ; 
O  vision  of  Hesperides ! 

Land  of  the  sun-down  West! 

What  inland  seas  of  golden  grain, 
What  vine  and  orange  tree, 

What  flower-set  banks  and  poppy  hosts, 
What  summer  reverie ! 

What  carnival  of  sunny  hours, 

And  lull  of  drowsy  noon, 
An  Indian  summer's  dream  is  mine 

In  the  golden  afternoon. 

The  sunset  lights  a  Queen  of  Bays — 
A  thousand  flags  are  flaunting; 

The  world's  afloat!  and  East  and  West 
Salute  with  colors  vaunting. 


Oh,  what  a  royal  red  is  where 
Yon  western  sea  lies  dreaming! 

And  through  the  Golden  Gate  flung  wide 
The  sun-down  light  is  streaming. 

The  sun's  last  sheaves  are  caught  in  the  leaves 

Where  Oak  and  Pine  enfold, 
And  mile-long  level  spears  of  light 

Break  to  a  dust  of  gold. 

What  spires  and  column-crests  are  those 

The  sunset  light  hath  kissed? 
What  temple-top  is  that  whose  base 

Is  veiled  in  violet  mist? 

What  city  that — all  wrought  in  white, 

What  halls  are  those  I  see  ? 
'Tis  reincarnate  Athens  built 

By  Balboa's  western  sea! 

Oh,  what  a  reach  of  colonnade 

And  domes  to  prop  the  sky, 
And  porches  welcoming  the  world 

To  truth  that  cannot  die ! 

Thy  steeples  climb  to  Heaven's  height, 

To  lift  mine  hope  as  far; 
Thy  finger-spire  doth  point  the  way 

To  yonder  God-built  star! 

LESLIE  M.  TURNER,  '03 

From  1903  Elite  and  Gold.    Copyright  1903  by  Earle  C.  Anthony. 


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Nor  lift  our  eyes  at  all, 
But  pale  we  quake,  for  conscience  doth 

Make  cowards  of  us  all. 

E.  H.  W.,  Vassar  Miscellany. 


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In  yellow  and  in  saffron  it  is  dressed, 
Changing  by  imperceptible  degrees 
To  tawny  red  and  russet  in  the  trees, 
And  brown  of  fallen  leaves  upon  the  breast 
Of  all  the  earth. 

A  tumbling  wind  careens  across  the  grass, 
Chasing  the  dead  leaves  here  and  there  in  glee ; 
Or  else,  in  empty  whirling  columns  free, 
Forming  them  in  one  mad,  round,  dancing  mass 
With  savage  mirth. 

The  twilight  breathes  a  silent,  waiting  drowse; 
A  few  leaves  curve  down  gently  here  and  there, 
In  the  clear  coolness  of  the  evening  air, 
From  the  great  oaks  with  massive,  up-flung  boughs 
And  mighty  girth. 

Each  night,  though  winter  has  not  yet  begun, 
Drives  the  sharp  frost  still  farther  in  the  ground; 
The  grass  with  thicker  white  each  morn  is  found — 
And  this  soft  covering,  melting  at  the  sun, 
Is  snow  at  birth. 

M.  BERRY  WOOD,  Wellesley  Magazine. 


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Wrote  a  poet  long  ago — 
In  the  classic  age,  you  know — 
Verses  dignified  and  fine, 
Telling  "how  we  Romans  dine." 

Boars  and  peacocks,  shell-fish,  too, 
All  were  dainties,  while  a  stew 
Made  of  oil  and  bitter  brine 
Was  as  welcome  as  their  wine. 

Vainly  often  do  we  seek 
English  words  for  dishes  Greek, 
While  we  say:  "What  dreadful  food 
Did  the  Romans  think  was  good!" 

If  some  poet  living  now, 
Knowing  what  we  eat  and  how, 
Should  commit  it  all  to  rhyme 
To  the  girls  of  after  time, 

Mention  "Deacon  Porter's  hat," 
"Freshman's  tears,"  and  add  to  that 
Praises  of  those  dainties  three, 
"Wiggle,"  "Mud,"  and  "Mystery." 

Should  he  sing  in  such  a  strain 
Future  maids  might  seek  in  vain 
For  the  meaning,  while  they'd  say, 
"Strange — the  tastes  of  yesterday!" 

R.  K.  K.,  Aft.  Holyoke. 


Here's  to  the  Freshman,  verdant  and  green, 

Here's  to  the  Sophomore,  naughty, 
Here's  to  the  Junior,  fair,  youthful  queen, 
And  here's  to  the  Senior,  so  haughty. 
Toast  with  your  glasses, 
Drink  to  the  lasses, 
We'll  warrant  each  proves  a  delight  to 
her  classes. 


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How  sadly  in  these  latter  days, 

In  search  of  memories  bitter-sweet, 
We  tread  the  once  accustomed  ways 

With  step  grown  slow  and  lagging  feet- 
Timed  to  the  pulse's  slower  beat,— 

And  climb  the  stair  and  reach  the  floor, 
To  find — alas!  how  time  is  fleet! 

Another's  name  is  on  the  door! 

We  timid  knock,  and  beg  to  gaze 

On  all  once  ours — are  shown  a  seat. 
O  irony !     In  sad  amaze 

We  marvel  that  it  looks  so  neat, 
Recalling  how  we  used  to  meet 

At  gruesome  hours  in  days  of  yore, — 
Hours  that  fate  can  ne'er  repeat: 

Another's  name  is  on  the  door. 

Our  ready  chaff,  our  wordy  frays, 

Conviction  backed  by  young  conceit, 
Have  left  no  echoes;  nothing  stays 

To  mark  how  once  we  "led  the  street"; 
But  others  come  with  youthful  heat, 

Nor  reck  of  those  who  came  before, 
And  play  their  part — their  years  complete  ;- 

Another's  name  is  on  the  door. 

ENVOY 

Freshmen  our  age  with  reverence  greet, 
And  warning  take  though  grieved  sore, 

No  words  delay,  no  prayers  entreat,— 
Another's  name  is  on  the  door. 

EDITH  CHILD,  Eryn  Mawr  Lantern. 


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